Cops trade guns for tasers.

Jay Kehoe is a taser man. A part-time Glastonbury, CT police officer and a full-time regional manager for Taser International, Kehoe drives a plush, customized Hummer with twin TASER vanity plates. He calls it his “double-duty circus wagon”: It serves as patrol car and sales wagon. Strapped to the roof is a set of sirens, which Kehoe uses to chase down suspects while on duty. The sides of the vehicle carry Taser International’s motto: “Saving Lives Every Day.” On the back, there’s a picture of the. . . Read more
Mai Wang
Back to the Streets

Ex-cons fight for the toughest ten percent.

What’s up, fellas?” Miss Shirley asks, sauntering around the classroom in a grey skirt suit, red heels, and red hoops. “Everybody go to school today?” The eight boys and three girls, slouched in their hoodies and windbreakers, look between 14 and 18 years old. They say nothing. Miss Shirley teaches this life skills class four days a week, but she never knows who will show up. Many kids are court-ordered to attend, some are brought in by fed-up parents or grandparents, and still others are. . . Read more
Nicole Allan
Body Politics

Trials of old illuminate Zeta Psi photo.

When members of the Yale Women’s Center Executive Board circulated Zeta Psi’s now notorious “We Love Yale Sluts” photo on January 20, they hoped to cast a critical eye on an emblematic image. Instead, after weeks of public dispute, the gaze has swerved back to the protesters. The Women’s Center has been challenged for its intention to file suit, its critics have been accused of insensitivity, and Yale is struggling to define the boundaries of this sexual dialogue. Such disputes are not new to New Haven.. . . Read more
Pat Hayden
Walking with God

Edgewood Jews aim to stamp out crime.

Asquadron of Orthodox Jews gathers nightly on the steps of the imposing stone yeshiva in New Haven’s Edgewood neighborhood. Each wears a black t-shirt with “Edgewood Park Defense Patrol” written in script on the back, and, until November, some carried concealed, licensed weapons. They break into pairs, and head out for a night of pounding and protecting the streets. In warmer weather, they waved to residents sitting on the porches of the neighborhood’s decaying Victorian homes. They are self-appointed watchmen on the lookout for trouble, shuffling along groups. . . Read more
Sophia Lear
Criminal Negligence

Immigrants struggle to find health care.

Four years ago, a newly-arrived immigrant miscarried in the bathroom stall of St. Raphael’s emergency room. “It came—a big piece of meat with blood—and I was so scared,” she recalls. “And I said, ‘You know what, I think I’m losing my baby right now.’” She spoke little English. Uninsured, she had been made to wait, pregnant and bleeding, for several hours at a New Haven clinic, then for another hour at St. Raphael’s. “Just take Motrin,” she remembers the doctors saying as they sent her home after. . . Read more
Amy Fish
Connecticut Pastoral

Cities and suburbs clash over criminal justice.

Tragedy lends itself to romantic retelling. On Sunday, July 22, 2007, Dr. William Petit, Jr. of Cheshire,Connecticut, his wife Jennifer Hawke-Petit, and their daughters Hayley and Michaela, ages seventeen and eleven, began the day at church. The girls spent the afternoon swimming at their beach club while Petit took in 18 holes of golf with his father. Between seven and seven-thirty, Hawke-Petit and Michaela drove their Chrysler Pacifica SUV to a Stop & Shop in Maplecroft Plaza to purchase ingredients for the pasta and homemade sauce Michaela would prepare. . . Read more
Emily Koh
Law & Udder

Ex-Register reporter offs fictional Elis.

Annie Seymour, the reporter-protagonist of Karen Olson’s first New Haven mystery novel, describes her thickening plot as “Yalies fucking with their lives and the lives of those around them.” It’s a common story. But our heroine doesn’t work for YDN Scene, and the story told in Sacred Cows isn’t your average dorm-room dispute: among its players are a seedy executive, an escort service named “Come Together,” and a stark naked, very dead Yale student on High Street. Even if her summary isn’t exactly newspaper copy, the reporter is right—“This. . . Read more
Jordan Jacks
The Best-Laid Plans

Improving upon America’s most hated building.

Yale’s Art and Architecture Building has been loved, hated, burned, partitioned, championed as a move away from the establishment, and decried as everything wrong with the establishment. This building toppled its creator from the top of the architectural universe and, now, may topple its renovator as well. Paul Rudolph began designing the Yale Art and Architecture Building in 1958, the same year he turned forty and became the dean of the Yale School of Architecture. He’d received his degree a decade earlier from Harvard’s Graduate School of Design, where Walter Gropius taught him. . . Read more
Ali Seitz